Monday, February 7, 2011

My name is...

The ring was given to a woman who has been my mother for 20 years, by a man that has yet to be my father. The braided bracelet was a gift from my 12-year-old sister because she knew she would miss me.
I love making faces, because I am, at times, silly.
This is when I'm most comfortable, most secure, and most sure.





My name is Tyease.

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